I Used To Have a Sister

I used to have a sister, until just recently

A sister who was oh, so mean to me

So I learned some magic tricks; could turn a dog into a cat

I made a meat ball talk; I pulled a rabbit from my hat

I made the TV walk, I made the broom dance at night

I grew fur on our furniture and gave our snowman sight

And I told my sister, "you'd better stay clear

Or I'll call up the magic words to make you disappear."

Well she just turned around; tried to whack me on my nose

She pulled my hair, she bit my hand and stomped upon my toes

I quickly closed my eyes, gave my head a little jerk

And then I said the magic words and hoped that it would work

I said, "skinny ba binny ba babble dee boo...

Lobbady lobbady liiddy lap loo"

I opened my eyes slowly and as tall as can be

In the corner by the TV set stood a big apple tree

My magic didn't work--she was supposed to be gone

Not be an apple tree...oh what had I done wrong?

And though I'm very sorry, I know all is not lost

Because me and my family all love applesauce.

There's only one problem as far as we can see

The apples that we pick from her are sour as can be